I have lived on memory,

on ghosts of her fingertips,

on the whisper of her body

against mine—

but today, I no longer have to.

Today, I touch her.

The hunger we have fed

with longing and restraint

will spill over,

and I will press her against me

like the tide taking back the shore.

No more distance,

no more waiting,

only heat—

only now.